This afternoon, we pried ourselves out of our usual Butler nooks (slumped over in the Edward W. Said reading room on But 6, behind the desk in 401, or on the other side of the desk in 401, harassing the attendant) and journeyed into the stacks, looking for the right words to express ourselves (and […]
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